Everything feels so out of touch And every plan i've ever made Has always turned to dust And it doesn't matter No, never, never How fair the weather The handlebars on your old bike Will always gather rust And everything f**ing everything Feels so out of touch Seventeen years ago Their child was born Now where does she stand? There's no one the sun has shone That will ever understand We walk this gauntlet and parade Of faces and fools Pa** on by, just facades Tighten your jacket: The breeze is cool Now everything f**ing everything Feels so out of touch And every plan i've ever made Has always turned to dust And it doesn't matter No, never, never I'll fair the weather